Chapter 149 A hundred years ago [06] Jiang Ke started, the screenwriter was kidnapped
When Mo Qing returned to the house, she found that the crew was in a mess, the filming crew was gone, the staff were packing things, and some were running around in a panic.
She glanced around suspiciously.
"I've been looking for you for a long time." Song Yiyuan's voice came from behind.
Mo Qing looked back.
She asked: "What's going on?"
"Just now, something happened to the leading actor while he was auditioning for a play on the second floor. The railing he was leaning on had his hands and feet moved. If Goblin hadn't caught him quickly with his quick eyesight, he would have been half disabled," Song Yiyuan explained.
Mo Qing frowned: "Railrail?"
"right."
Mo Qing said: "I checked on the second floor in the morning and there is no problem with the railings."
After all, he was here to complete the task, so Mo Qing did not slack off. He seemed to be wandering around all morning, but in fact he was checking the props and the house to prevent anyone from tampering with him.
But, she didn't notice the problem at that time.
Song Yiyuan's expression suddenly became serious: "In other words, are the hands and feet just moved?"
Mo Qing immediately said: "Go and find out who has been here."
"OK."
Song Yiyuan nodded cautiously.
"No more filming today?" Mo Qing glanced at the crew who all looked frightened.
"No more shooting."
Song Yiyuan nodded.
"The male lead has encountered several accidents. The one just now scared him for half his life. He said he wouldn't film anymore." Song Yiyuan said, "He seems to want to leave directly, but the crew is negotiating with him. Can we find someone else?"
A stand-in will take the photo."
Mo Qing asked back: "The substitute is not in danger?"
"..."
Song Yiyuan suddenly felt guilty when she asked him this question.
Although this matter has nothing to do with him...
But once Mo Qing's leadership style came out, he was really a little bit annoyed with her.
Mo Qing asked again: "Where is Goblin?"
Song Yiyuan said: "We are working hard to check them one by one."
"Um."
Mo Qing nodded and said nothing else, letting Song Yiyuan go about his business first.
She walked around the first floor to make sure there were no suspicious faces, then walked to the railing on the second floor.
The railing is made of wood and has been in disrepair for a long time. The inside has long been rotten. It is better than tofu and is inherently unsafe.
The piece that had been touched by hands and feet is now empty, and the broken part has only been loosened a little, and it will collapse with a little force.
There was no surgery or anything like that.
It seems that the person behind the scenes is very thoughtful.
"Who are you? You've been hanging around on the set all day."
Suddenly, a girl's dissatisfied voice came from behind.
Mo Qing looked back and saw a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with newly opened eyebrows, fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth.
He had a short haircut, wore long clothes and long trousers, and had an arrogant look on his face.
It's a costume from hundreds of years ago.
She is the female lead, Chu Yangyang.
"Tourist." Mo Qing replied coolly.
"I saw you wandering around on the second floor earlier. To be honest, was it you who did anything?" Chu Yangyang raised his jaw, full of hostility towards Mo Qing.
Logically speaking, with so many people on the crew coming and going, Chu Yangyang couldn't possibly notice Mo Qing.
However, Mo Qing is too good-looking.
Three hours ago, she was listening to the director's lecture. Halfway through, the director suddenly stopped.
She followed the director's gaze and spotted Mo Qing.
The director didn't say anything at the time, but when he was about to leave later, he heard the director ask someone about who this girl was, and he said with emotion that her temperament and figure were so similar to the heroine in the script.
Chu Yangyang was so proud that he secretly took note of this grudge.
"If you have evidence, go to the police."
Mo Qing said a word indifferently, turned around and left.
Chu Yangyang stared at her and stamped his feet: "What's your attitude!"
Mo Qing stopped talking to her.
"Aluo!" Chu Yangyang called his assistant and said loudly on purpose, "Tell the show manager Du, why are you letting everyone go to the set? What if they are here to cause trouble?!"
Mo Qing left her behind.
Didn't even look back.
Chu Yangyang was so angry that he put his hands on his hips.
*
After handing over the investigation task to Goblin and Song Yiyuan, Mo Qing returned to the hotel first.
When it was getting dark, Goblin and Song Yiyuan came back.
He also brought a lunch box to Mo Qing.
The three of them were squatting on the steps outside the hotel door, picking up their lunch boxes and summarizing clues.
Goblin: "We conducted a comprehensive investigation and found that there were quite a lot of outsiders coming in and out of the set today. In addition to the three of us, there were also people who delivered food, people who repaired water pipes, people who delivered props... Even homeless people got in."
Goblin spread his hands and said: "In general, he is defenseless."
Mo Qing asked: "Where is the specific list?"
"Here I am." Song Yiyuan held a lunch box and chopsticks in one hand and took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Mo Qing freed up a hand, took the paper, and opened it.
Under the long list, there was a word that caught Mo Qing's attention.
"Tramp?" Mo Qing asked suspiciously.
"Yes, he is said to be a homeless man who lives under the bridge. He is usually crazy. He occasionally comes to the set and secretly picks up some food for use. The crew is kind-hearted and usually turns a blind eye."
Bullin explained.
"Anything else?"
"No." Goblin raised his eyebrows, "What, is there something wrong with him?"
It's hard for Mo Qing to say.
If I am not mistaken, this homeless man should be the one Jiang Ke met.
As soon as he saw Jiang Ke, he called him Mr. Jiang.
Now I often hang out on the set.
Is there any connection?
Mo Qing had no clue to connect the two.
However, her intuition made her a little concerned, so she secretly paid attention to this matter.
"I don't know." Mo Qing said nothing, and then asked, "Have you checked it out?"
Song Yiyuan, the handsome young master, squatted under the eaves very casually. After swallowing a mouthful of rice, he said hesitantly: "According to our speculation..."
"What?"
"Everything has been ruled out." Song Yiyuan said, "There are always people on the second floor. If you want to loosen the railing without anyone noticing, you probably really need some superpowers."
Goblin touched his chin, his eyes lit up, and he guessed dreamily: "In that case, it must be at least an A-level mission."
Song Yiyuan rolled his eyes at Goblin: "How can there be so many supernatural events?"
Goblin glanced at Mo Qing suggestively.
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Well, the existence of Mo Qing is a "supernatural event".
The Eighth Base does not believe in ghosts and gods, but they will be responsible for "supernatural events".
The so-called "supernatural events" refer to all things that are irrational, but they are definitely not metaphysics.
These events are somewhat bizarre, but if we trace their origins, we can find an explanation——
for example:
Mo Qing woke up mysteriously and lived for a hundred years, but she was not a ghost, but a transformed person;
The collective "mutation" phenomenon in Gejia Village is actually the effect of special drugs;
The scientific principle of the miasma removal instrument recently stolen by Mo Qing and Wen Banling cannot be explained now;
…
This type of incident is generally the responsibility of the operations department.
Of course, any event that can be defined as "supernatural" is of A level.
"Then let's contact them one by one." Mo Qing wrote down the names on the paper, threw it back to Song Yiyuan, and then asked, "Will the crew stop working?"
"They said they would take two days to rest and then continue." Goblin replied, "They have found a stuntman. He is said to be very handsome."
"oh."
Mo Qing didn't like this.
Goblin touched his face and asked the two of them: "With my appearance, can I also work hard? Acting as a stand-in makes more money than extra actors."
When Mo Qing was reminded by him, he immediately thought of one thing: "How much did you earn?"
When money was mentioned, both Goblin and Song Yiyuan became wary.
Mo Qing lost his cool look in a second, smiled warmly at them, and then stretched out his palm.
She said: "Breakfast money."
"No, do you have to pay back this?" Goblin felt that the two bills in his pocket were burning.
"I didn't want it originally," Mo Qing said calmly, "but Hoss only left us the fare for the return trip."
Goblin felt incredible: "Is that the fare?"
"Um."
At noon, Mo Qing received a text message reminder from Huos.
——Don’t spend your money carelessly, it’s the fare.
Only then did Mo Qing realize that if they hadn't considered the issue of their return, Hoss might not have left her a penny.
Song Yiyuan sighed, compromised, took out today's wages and patted Mo Qing's hand.
He said: "Take it."
Goblin was not as cheerful as Song Yiyuan.
However, Song Yiyuan took the lead. No matter how reluctant he was, he had no choice but to hand over the money to Mo Qing: "Go back and build a good relationship with Father Huo."
"Let's talk again."
Mo Qing accepted the money perfunctorily.
*
Over the course of a meal, Mo Qing, Song Yiyuan, and Goblin discussed the action plan for the next two days.
The focus is on checking the list.
Mo Qing took the initiative to take over the tasks of "delivery boy" and "tramp", and left the rest to Song Yiyuan and Goblin.
Although Mo Qing had the least tasks, neither Song Yiyuan nor Goblin had any objections.
Nor is it anything else.
Rather, although the two of them were mean-mouthed and occasionally found trouble with Mo Qing, in their hearts, Mo Qing was, after all, a "newcomer at the beginning of the new century" and no amount of care could be given to him too much.
The night gradually darkens.
It started to rain again.
Mo Qing borrowed an umbrella from the front desk of the hotel and went out.
Qingqiao Town is peaceful and beautiful in the rain. The rain and fog add an ethereal feeling to the town. Occasionally a street lamp lights up on the street, illuminating the potholed roadside and mottled walls.
It does have a unique beauty.
The rain beat on the umbrella, making a dense and mixed sound. Mo Qing held the handle of the umbrella and walked slowly along the empty street, occasionally passing by a few pedestrians.
She didn't know where she was going.
But, I just want to go out for a walk.
She has been to this small town and left some memories. Although things and people have changed, she cannot completely ignore it.
The cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
It's an unknown number.
Mo Qing answered: "Who?"
Her voice is cool, but not cold, like the rain in this midsummer.
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.
Then, I remembered a low, familiar voice: "Outside?"
"Um."
Mo Qing responded very softly.
She also heard the background sound coming from the phone. The sound of rain was very light, but the clear sound was the roar of the river, and... the sound of water hitting the plastic basin.
Jiang Ke asked: "What are you doing?"
Mo Qing raised her eyelashes slightly, looked at the road ahead, and said, "Take a walk."
Jiang Ke said: "Just in time, come over."
Mo Qing paused: "Where?"
"The bridge hole, you know."
"..."
Mo Qing knew for sure.
She suddenly turned aside and glanced in the direction of the river across the buildings.
Then, he turned around without thinking.
*
On the way, the rain became heavier and heavier.
A thin folding umbrella cannot stop the heavy rain at all.
Mo Qing's steps were neither hasty nor slow, but he was also soaked by the rain.
I didn't see anyone along the way.
When he reached the river bank, Mo Qing saw the turbulent river water. In the dim light, he could see clearly the turbidity of the river water.
There will still be clear water in the morning.
After walking along the embankment for a few minutes, Mo Qing came to the "dangerous bridge".
The already shaky bridge was one-third flooded due to the rising water level. It is estimated that if it rains for another two days, the broken bridge may be washed away at any time.
Mo Qing only looked at it twice before walking along a path to the bridge cave.
It's dark here.
There was mud under my feet.
If Mo Qing hadn't had better eyesight than ordinary people at night, he might have slipped into the river at any time while walking in a place like this.
Under the bridge, there is a "dangerous house" built with a pile of wooden boards, about five or six square meters, and covered with a layer of plastic film. The rain is beating down, and the movement is very loud.
Outside the "dangerous house" are all kinds of cardboard boxes and plastics, just like a garbage dump.
——It was hard for Mo Qing to imagine how Jiang Ke could stay here.
"This way."
Suddenly, a beam of light came over, accompanied by Jiang Ke's calm voice.
The beam avoided her and landed at her feet, illuminating the puddle in front of her.
Mo Qing looked down and saw that a pair of sneakers were already covered in mud, and the hems of his jeans were also stained.
After thinking about it for a while, Mo Qing did not break the pot, but avoided the puddles and walked for a while under the guidance of the light beam.
Then, I came to the man holding the flashlight.
"What do you have to say here?"
Mo Qing's voice was a little impatient.
The bridge above his head was leaking, but Mo Qing was too lazy to hold up an umbrella anymore. He quickly took the umbrella out of his hand and shook it, causing water droplets to splash all over Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke, hiding in the darkness: "..." Forget it, let her do it.
"there."
The flashlight turned in a different direction, and the beam fell two meters away.
Mo Qing took a look.
Then, I was stunned for a moment.
It's the screenwriter Cao Xinsheng who was kidnapped by Wuhuada.
Cao Xinsheng's hands and feet were tied at this moment, and an unknown black cloth was stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were round and he was looking at this side in horror.
But, he couldn't make any sound.
"He really took the bait?" Mo Qing was a little surprised, and then said sarcastically, "You have a weak body but a strong mind."
Although he gave his business card to Jiang Ke.
She also roughly guessed that Jiang Ke would follow her previous plan.
but--
She didn't expect that Cao Xinsheng, who had broken his back and needed to recuperate, would actually be "asked out".
"The text message will come out." Jiang Ke said concisely.
The tone was cold.
Mo Qing couldn't help but look him over.
Jiang Ke sometimes "pretends".
However, she could feel the fake "coldness".
And, this time...
It's true.
This man standing in the darkness has a cold and cold temperament, and his whole body exudes a dangerous and decisive aura.
This feeling...
Maybe some people believe that he didn't want Cao Xinsheng to leave alive.
